The lowest point in my entire fandom
To be truthful I actually hit that this past February after the Giants won their 2nd title in 4 years.
It's Sunday afternoon. It's a day off for me and there's so many things I could do. I could clean my apartment, maybe do some laundry, iron some of my dress shirts for work tomorrow, and so many other things that have some measure of usefulness.
Instead I watched the Eagles.
Now this would be somewhat understandable if they weren't such a pathetic excuse for a football team. However, since they are, it is particularly infuriating.
Let's face it, at least this will only be 10 more weeks. That's right. Ten more weeks. Playoff outlook is B-LEEK.
Each of those remaining games will be more maddening, futile, and soul-crushing than the last. Each game will be marked by the same wasted efforts, poor time management, critical lapses in ball security, and offensive line play that has stunted this team's potential for 14 years now.
Despite all that, I'll still watch. I can't not watch.
I'm not going to give a crap. Because I really didn't care when they blew the game today, and actually stopped caring when they crapped out last year too.
You see, I'm in the worst kind of stage of fandom. The one where you're numb to disappointment because you're so disappointed in yourself for watching them to begin with.
Now, there are many fellow Birds fans that are just waiting for the end of the Vick Era, and think that this whole thing will be better when he's benched for Foles or gone entirely (whatever comes first). I get that, especially when the turnovers mount, the timeouts are wasted, and the disaster plays and inexplicable throws outnumber the moments of brilliance at an exponential rate.
I've said it before but it goes deeper than Vick. It stems more from the man who brought him here. I'm talking, of course, about Coach for Life Andy Reid aka Joe Paterno without all the moral shortcomings.
I know that I'm not the only one who has known this for quite some time. This problem goes all the way up to the owner himself.
Jeffrey Lurie. The man who has been Andy Reid's greatest enabler. A man who has wanted to be the Patriots for so long that he can't accept the fact that being the Patriots requires having a man as savvy, demanding, innovative, and relentless as Bill Belichick.
In reality, he's got a morbidly obese enabling tub of lard who coddles his stars, coaches, media and, yes, his owner, in an ever-growing pile of insincere excuses and willingness to take the blame.
Lurie is a significant part of the problem for employing and enabling Reid for 14 furiously frustrating years.
And people like me, and quite possibly yourselves, who watch this team whether they deserve our time or not, enable Jeff Lurie.
So I pretty much hate myself for watching the Eagles now, and pretty much hate them, and then go back to hating myself for caring enough to hate them.
It's a real blast. A real fun way to spend your Sundays during these fall months.
It's also reason for me to believe that those who are older and wiser than myself eventually learn not to care so much about sports and be so emotionally invested in them. Some probably lose all their team allegiances completely.
I'm actually going to enjoy the BYE week for once.
It's the only week of the year in which you don't feel like a raging retard to be an Eagles Fan.
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